poetry – Carrie Birde

Robins — A Poem

A photo of a trail through the spring woods, trees soaring skyward with as-yet-leafless limbs. — “Tourne” — C.Birde, 3/25

My approach shuffled

the leaves

of last Autumn &

unearthed

new Spring robins.

— C.Birde, 3/25

Chains — A Poem

If you must wear chains,

my dear,

about your neck,

your wrists,

let them be of spring Andromeda —

light, lipped, sweetly fragrant,

& tinkling with wind’s caress.

— C.Birde, 3/25

creative writing flowers Nature photography poetry Spring

Knowing — A Poem

She knows —

deeply knows & remembers,

all & always —

while we stumble into forgetting,

ever in need of timely,

earthly reminding.

— C.Birde, 3/25

Nature observation photography poetry truth

White Oak — An Image

An old white oak, bare of leaves, against a brilliant blue sky. — “Great White Oak” — C.Birde, 2/25

Weave me

a cloak of ivy &

a crown of feathered light,

& we’ll walk together

beyond this glade

into the tree-hugged

night.

— C.Birde, 2/25

flash fiction Nature peace photography poetry trees

Snow — A Poem

Enough for a fresh start,
to restore the whole,
to fill in the marks made
yesterday,
& to start over —
again.

–C.Birde

creative writing flash fiction hope Nature photography poetry truth Winter

Song

“Norway Maple in Winter” — C.Birde

Song of dormant flowers,

of bare-limbed trees,

of winter light stroked

in rainbows across

the ceiling.

— C.Birde, 1/25

“Rainbows” — C.Birde, 1/25

creative writing Light Nature observation photography poetry trees truth Winter

Humm… — A Poem

“Bee Tongue” — C.Birde, 9/24

Humm of a hundred

bees…

My garden is a mess…

Contentment lives

here.

— C.Birde, 10/24

bees creative writing flowers insects Nature observation photography poetry

Moss & Rain — A Poem

A close-up photo of a moss-covered dogwood.

Dressed

in green-moss velvet

I’ll drink soft rain,

limbs lifted toward

its falling.

— C.Birde, 8/24

creative writing Nature photography poetry trees

O, wanderer. Lost in honeysuckled dream vined sweetly ‘round wrists, half truths hard thumbed against eyelids, shadows lodged in thy white throat, & tongue embittered. Complicity of sleep & dreaming. Abrupt awakening to a world never gentler than it is or was or will be. Wings plucked & fallen. Heart bruised. Soul starved. Arrive at last, in full embrace.

Cracked open.

— C.Birde, 6/20

heartbreak hope photography poetry

Ghostwood — A Dream

Deep,

dark wood,

moon-bleached

and rinsed of light

of color.

Earth lifts —

root-twined,

rocky —

in slow and steady

upward arch

beneath a burden

of pines.

Gaunt figure.

Slack of limb

and wasted frame,

flame of hair and

spirit snuffed.

He shuffles unaware

in shabby slippers

and threadbare robe

between attentive,

watchful trees.

Alone.

Alone and ghostly.

Diminished.

Lost among

the elements,

whose beauty

would be magnified

did he not

haunt them

so.

— C.Birde, 6/20

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